The Directorate

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The Northeast has fallen under the control of the Atlantic Union's Directorate, a seven-man body of oligarchs whose main purpose is to keep peace and prosperity in their territory and to hell with political freedom. The Directorate claims nine states, stopping at the Pennsylvania-Maryland border. It is the largest continuous zone of control, but the Directorate has chosen not to seek territorial expansion. Instead, it opts for tightening the border management and customs. Those were from outside Directorate territory are now considered aliens, foreigners. No longer are citizens of the Directorate's domain deemed Americans. They are now Atlanticans.

Seeking a few tourists and other foreign visitors who can be mistreated, exploited, extorted, etc. by customs and border police of the new regime. They can be from various regions, but they all show up in Larson Airport (formerly La Guardia). This is a corruption, abuse of power situation. Expect NC/reluctance here, blackmail, whatever.

In the end, however, they have a decent chance of getting their passports stamped and allowed entry, for what it's worth.

 

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Arnold Horowitz

Arnold Horowitz, customs agent in charge of airport security for the Atlantis Terminal at Larson, surveyed the area with pleasure, seeing his opening....more victims.....so easy, of course. All in the name of security, and like sheep, they'd tamely submit. What was once a nation of free Americans was now a herd of docile sheep called Atlantica.

....Horowitz was now one of the shepherds, of course. There was one of the sheep, and he would have a little fun with her at last.

"Step forward, citizen. You have been selected for a random strip search and full body cavity search. Papers, please," he ordered the pretty young thing, knowing that she was likely too terrified to resist.

Order had its perks....

 

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Sona Bet-Kasha had pinned all her hopes on moving to the Atlantician's territory. Her parents had just moved to what used to be The United States Of America when the last great war had broken out. Suddenly living and being born on what used to be American soil meant nothing. Small pockets were unified, but the land she'd lived in had become mostly nomadic and hunkered down groups even after the ear had ended. Soma didn't remember those days though, that was before her time. Her parents were long gone now too - her mother had gotten sick with crow flu and it had spread taking her mother, father, and only sister. Soma had bounced around between her three brother's homes until a month ago when she turned eighteen. Hearing them talk had given her the push she needed to try and make her way to the Atlantician's home. The biggest continously maintained area, promising dreams come true and a quality of life the wild back country of Virginia didn't hold.

The trip had been dangerous and difficult but now she stood among the milking crowd of foreigners looking for the same thing she was, all packed like sardines in the airport terminal. She'd just gotten off her first flight ever, still a little dizzy from the rush of that, and her excitement. Soma had settled into line with her small bag and papers clutched tight when a guard spoke to her. She'd almost made it to the metal detector with the rest only to be singled out now. Her wide dark eyes lined with slender black kohl looked surprised. "Me?" She said, confused. The other passengers turned away as if in relief not them and wondering what she'd done to be selected. It didn't seem too strange, and arguing would do her no good. Her passport was three days expired, but she had a written note to carry with it from the last airport explaining there had been a delay in the flights hence the expiration. The woman there had assured her it would be fine, so Soma handed over her papers, note and identification card stating her name as Soma Bet-Kasha, age 18, height of 5'3" and originating from the former Virginia territories. The picture had been taken at the last airport as she had no other ID besides a birth certificate which she also meekly handed over to him.

 

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Arnold Horowitz

Arnold intensified his gaze on Sona, smiling just slightly as he saw his intended victim. One thing that Arnold had learned in the past 18 years of the Directorate's rule.....power gave opportunities that the powerless simply never had. It was the price that the sheep would have to pay not to live in some hell-hole like Washington, DC or Maryland (much of which remained a poisonous wasteland, incapable of growing vegetation or any other forms of higher life).

If that meant showing their gratitude to men like Arnold, so much the better.....Arnold had taken in his pathetically grateful and terrified ex-wife Rachel right after it happened, and even now, she knew her place, never questioned him at all. He could fuck a dozen hookers and her entire family in front of her, and she would just kneel and ask for forgiveness for making that necessary somehow. Not that he did, of course.....he showed her that much mercy at least.

Besides, this....this was a lot more fun.

"Papers, please," Arnold was superficially polite, but his tone brooked no defiance.....however formal and courteous, this was an order, not a request, "Name, age, sex, and citizenship?"

 

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Sona Bet-Kasha

Sona meekly handed over the papers to the imposing man, shifting from her left foot to right in an old nervous habit. Was she in trouble? The woman at the airport she'd boarded had assured acertified note to explain tthe expiration would suffice. She was so close to a new lifdon't toe was no way she could go back. She'd overheard her brothers at her 18 birthday party talking. Until they found her a husband they figured they might as well make some money off of her and the three had agreed on selling her to their friends in turns. She couldn't go back to that life, Soma was desperate. Growing up her parents had filled her with all their thwarted hopes and now she felt so close to achieving them.

"Yes Sir. Sona Bet-Kasha. Eighteen. Female. Born in the former state of Virginia, now unincorporated wild land." The backwoods, at least her parents hadn't moved them to D.C. Sona looked at the older authoritative mam nervously. "Have I done something wrong Sir? I promise, I don't have anything I shouldn't have, I checked the list and everything." She was earnest, nervous which only exacerbated her shy nature.

 

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Arnold Horowitz

Arnold looked at Sona as if she had grown a second head. He had just told her that they were doing a random search. What part of "random" didn't she get? It was within his discretion, of course, and since she was drop-dead gorgeous as well as sexy, she was the most obvious choice for him. If he had been gay, he probably would targeted one of her brothers or something.....if they showed up. He decided to allay her fears, at least for now....time would come to abuse his power.....after all, what good was power if you couldn't abuse it?

"Miss, as I said before, you were selected at random for a strip and body cavity search. We do these random sweeps, in case terrorists and drug mules get clever and use less suspicious folks. Follow me to this room over here. I will personally supervise this search," Agent Horowitz assured Sona, "We will also search your bags for drugs, guns, and other contraband. Do you have anything to declare at the moment?"

He deliberately kept his tone professional.....didn't want to raise her hackles, not when he could do so much once her guard was down.

 

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Sona Bet-Kasha

Sona flushed deeply at the expression he wore looking at her. He very clearly thought she was foolish for her questions. She was just nervous, more so being away from home for the first time. It terrified her to do something wrong and be sent back to a life that would never be a good one. A dark life with no hope.

"Yes Sir, I understand. I am sorry, I'm just a little nervous is all. You're just doing what you must of course. I have nothing illegal to declare officer." Soma's mother would have slapped her for being so stupid to ask questions and fret when she ought to be quiet if she was still alive. The agent's tone was reassuring and blase, like this was normal. For him it was, but not her. She followed him obediently to the room set away from the crowd to the side, hands nervously shaking as she carried her bag by its strap.

 

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Arnold Horowitz

Arnold smiled at Sona now, as if to reassure her, as she announced that she had no contraband, "Excellent, then. That should make this go rather smoother, wouldn't you say?"

The room into which he led Sona was a rather grey, dull, cramped area, though it still had room for a table on which he set her purse, opening it to check for any possible contraband, just in case. He wanted to keep it by the book for the first part, just to soothe any fears that she had. When he was done with that, then he could really abuse her as he wished.

Patience....you'll have her bending over and taking your cock soon enough. Gotta follow the game plan as always. It has never failed you yet.

Arnold searched thoroughly through every section of Sona's purse, as well as her wallet, just to see if she had any money or whatever....though if it were local warlord scrip, it would be worthless outside of that territory. If it had gold or silver, however....or maybe Alaska Free State money....

 

[YIPI]

"Yes Sir, I hope so." Sona said softly, hoping this would all go smoothly. She'd been so careful, but the mix up with her paperwork made her nervous. That and it was her first time away from her home, everything she knew. She didn't fear this man, he was clearly in charge and must be quite good to hold what she considered probably an important job. The whole trip and experience had her just a bit nervous.

Sona nervously wrung her hands a little as he looked through her purse. It was quiet in this dreary little room though and it soothed her. She could barely hear the noise of the crowd outside. It was chiller though without all the people and she was glad she'd worn her favorite pale green scarf. It used to be her grandmother's, back in the old country where she'd practiced a religion Sona had never been taught. The wilds of Virginia was no place for God, but the fabric was a comfort.

"I've never been away from home...I'm sorry, for being a bother earlier." She said finally as he finds is he'd her purse, opening her wallet. Inside she had a few gold and silver pieces made from melted down jewelry. Her mother had told her to do that years ago before she had died, otherwise she'd probably have brought the useless notes they used to trade back home. It wasn't much though, enough she wouldn't starve for a week or two. Sona hoped to find a job quickly so that didn't become an issue. "I have others?" She offered shyly, pulling out a small envelope with about three days worth of melted down coins. A backup in case her purse had been stolen. "That is all. I hope it's alright?"

 

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Arnold Horowitz

Arnold now saw an opening to further terrify and intimidate Sona, just to see how much she would comply with him. He had to get her into a proper, submissive frame of mind, ready to obey his every command, without question. He smiled for a second as he saw the money, but then shook his head.

"You misunderstand if you think that I seek a bribe. This is airport tax," he took only the single gold piece among them, "That will have to do. Assuming that you're allowed in, we don't want you to starve. No guns, that's a good start. Union gun laws permit only citizens to possess them. You have to be naturalized to get a firearms permit. Can't have stealth invasions from outside the Union, you know. A lot of Americans don't get that this isn't the old USA anymore. That's dead and gone. You have no Second Amendment rights here. We're not Americans here. We're Atlanticans, have been for about the same length of time that you've been alive, in fact. Americans? That's everyone else in the former United States."

"Now, strip! Down to the state of nature. Not a stitch of clothing! This is a vital part of the search, especially for immigrants. Have to make sure that you're not hiding a knife or gun."

 

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Sona hadn't expected the 'airport' tax, but then again it made some sense. Back home they'd tax everything they could until you have not a penny to your name. She didn't move to stop him taking it, nodding as he explained her lack of rights. "I understand Sir. I promise, no weapons." They'd been able to keep one gun secreted away back home but her oldest brother had it now. They were harder and harder to come across these days. She hadn't come from the 'nicer' areas, where people probably had that misconception of their rights.

"Y-Yes Sir..." Her voice trembled as she spoke, at having to strip. It seemed so normal though that it didn't make sense to protest. He'd just look her over to ensure she wasn't a terrorist and then she'd be able to proceed with her immigration. She remembered her mother telling her back when it had been America her father and her had been 'profiled' numerous times. With multiple countries completely decimated and left burning craters even 18 years later that was less a problem. But that story she'd been told made it seem more normal so she nervously began removing her clothes. The jeans, then leggings, joined her shoes to leave her in simple white panties contrasting with her warm tanned skin. The loose sweater then top, finally the tank under joined as well until she stood in matching modest white bra and panties. She hesitated a second but then removed the bra to let her breasts free. Perky, average size, nipples a little hard from the cold of the room. Sona bent to removed her panties, revealing her best asset. Her large, pert, round little ass defied gravity and gave her ample hips to go with her small waist. She shyly placed an arm over her breasts while the other hand tried to hide her neatly trimmed little patch of curls and her core.

 

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Arnold Horowitz

Sona's continued compliance pleased, but somewhat bored Arnold now....until she undressed, and suddenly, he was very interested again. Her body was a genuine feast for the eyes and he indulged them to the fullest.

"Oh, my, you are.....gorgeous! Still, much as I hate to have to do it, you need to bend over and cough. I have to do a body cavity search next. Drug mules have been known to hide drugs in their various holes....women more often than men, because women have an extra orifice. Did you know that seven of the typical ten drug mules are female?"

Arnold, of course, didn't hate this at all.....he enjoyed every second of it, and his cock was stiff as could be, as he swabbed the inside of her mouth for DNA and then put on latex gloves to examine her pussy and ass.

"Nothing personal. Just doing my job for public safety. Too many drug mules of late, as I said."

 

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Sona Bet-Kasha

Sona paused slightly at his exclamation, her cheeks reddening a little bit. It wasn't very appropriate for him to comment on her appearance, was it? It didn't feel like an acceptable thing."You have to actually touch me for this? That's normal? You are a man though." It just felt a little strange following his comment on her beauty. It just felt a hit like when her older brother's friends made hushed comments about her, or the time her oldest brother had first gotten her alone and stolen a kiss. A bad feeling slightly, one she was still learning to listen to.

Sona reluctantly complied and opened her mouth for the swab, before noticing as he turned to get the gloves his obvious etection. She made a little squeaking gasp of surprise and flushed as red as her lips. "I...oh. Maybe a woman could do my exam Sir? I know it's routine search but...wouldn't it be more appropriate? "

 

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Arnold Horowitz

Arnold frowned very sternly, and then he talked slowly and carefully to Sona, as if to a questioning teenager (which was basically true, just not his teen).

"We do not have the time or extra staff available to delay this search just to make every person searched comfortable. You will just have to endure this temporary invasion of your privacy, miss. Now, bend over and cough. I have two body cavities to inspect for smuggled contraband."

His tone was one that demanded respect and obedience, as he put on the latex gloves. That he intended to use this occasion to violate Sona's holes was beside the point.....he was still doing his job, and basically everything so far, other than the money, was proper protocol.....the Union never worried about the sex of the officers doing this, mostly due to the unofficial policy of the Directorate wanting copies of the search videos for their voyeuristic pleasure. The more sexualized the search, the better, at least for the bosses in the Directorate....and their henchmen, such as Horowitz.

 

[YIPI]

Sona Bet-Kasha

He just seemed so logical. Everything he said, besides the comment on her beauty, made sense. Why would they waste time like he said. It'd be a wasteful expense and the Atlanticians were not known for wasteful excess. At least, not to the outer territories. And he was so stern, an officer, and so much older. She'd always been taught to show respect, hadn't she? And if she didn't obey couldn't he just send her home, where her brothers would do so much worse?

Sona hesitantly bent over, her knuckles near white as she held the table, spreading her legs just the smallest amount as she finally obediently complied. "Please be gentle Sir? I promise I'm not hiding anything, and I'm sorry for the trouble."

 

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Arnold Horowitz

"How gentle it is depends on your cooperation, miss. Relax and cooperate....yes, cough," Arnold told her, as he slipped his fingers first inside Sona's pussy, moving past the folds to inspect for any contraband inside her vagina.....he went up all the way inside, as far as he could, as close to the cervix as he could get.

Arnold realized by now that Sona had absolutely nothing hidden inside her pussy, but instead of pulling out and staying out, he began moving his hand in gentle, tentative strokes at first, in and out of her twat, making more obvious by the second that he was exploiting the chance to violate her. While this happened, he then eased his first finger, and then another, and then another, into her anal sphincter, pushing into her rectum. Once he was far enough inside her bottom, he began aggressively pushing in and out of her asshole, too.....while still finger-fucking her pussy.

If it wasn't brazenly clear by now that Arnold was deliberately, sexually penetrating Sona, she would have to be an idiot, and that she clearly wasn't.....he was boldly abusing his power to fist both of her holes at once, intentionally using her for his own pleasure. He kept this up for nearly an eternity, massaging the inside of both orifices until he was good and done, and then he pulled out and pulled off his latex gloves to take photographs of Sona's gaping holes for "evidence."

"Okay, good. No contraband. However, you're here with improper documentation. Forged explanations are a serious crime. We'll have to figure what to do with you soon. For now, stay put until we say otherwise."

 

[YIPI]

Sona Bet-Kasha

At first Sona was still, nervous but wanting to cause as little trouble as possible. His fingers hurt, even with the latex having a sticky feeling like gel had been applied. One didn't grow up a girl in the wilds of feral Virginia with their virginity intact but she'd come close, and she wasn't used to this much touching. She gave a little grunt as he pushed his fingers inside as deep as possible, feeling his palm bump against her as he worked inside. The strokes at first confused her, wondering if this was how searches were conducted.

Then it became abundantly clear he wasn't touching her in a professional sense. "No, please stop that. This isn't right? Stop." She pleaded, trying to wiggle out from between his body and the table. Before she could he'd forced a few fingers into her virgin ass, making her shriek a little. "Stop!" Sona pleaded, trapped by his hands in both holes. She couldn't strike him, everyone knew the punishment for that crime. Her big dark eyes filled with tears, trying to wriggle free but all it served was his wicked ways to work his probing fingers deeper into her.

Sona silently cried for the eternity of torture he put her through, grunting a little with the strokes and thrusts, finally falling silent and petrified. She tried closing her legs as soon as he pulled out only for him to take pictures of her abused holes.

"What? No? I have a note. You just...you can't do that. You can't. .." She shuddeted, turning to look at him. "I have my papers, and a note. From the airport. You just...you can't touch me like that. You need to let me go, I didn't do anything wrong."

 

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Arnold Horowitz

Arnold scowled now and looked Sona in the eye as he set the camera down.

"Don't tell me what I can or cannot do, missy. You're in my custody for now, which means that I can do whatever the hell I want. Now, stay put for a little bit while I decide what to do with you next."

That was when he grabbed a paddle and began striking her with it, letting her see just how much power he really had over her fate. After several swats, he took more photographs of her naked buttocks, and then he dropped his pants to begin rubbing his cock between her buns. He dry-humped her for several more minutes, enjoying the feeling of her smooth skin on his cock while now rubbing her clit to try to make her wet and ready for him.

"Shhh, just co-operate and it will be fun for us.....both of us. Resist, and I will still take you, but I will hurt you as well. Do you want that?"

 

[YIPI]

Sona Bet-Kasha

Sona yelped at the first swat of the paddle, trying to twist herself free. His onslaught was never ending, and her ass stung painfully from the beating and her tanned skin reddened up.

She had thought her humiliation was over, then she felt the sensation of his naked cock rubbing between her plump cheeks. She'd been taken before, it was rare for anyone not to in the unincorporated and lawless territories, but she had very little experience and this was so far fromwhat sshe'd expected as she tried to immigrate to a better place. Then she felt unfamiliar fingers prodding at her, making her skin tingle, in strange ways. Her tears renewed as she felt her. body rereact a little to him. What was wrong with her?

"No, please! Just let me go!" She sobbed, trying to get free but his bulk and power kept her trapped. "Please don't do this. I won't say anything, I promise, just please don't hurt me. Please stop." She begged. Unfortunately, she had a lovely voice more then one had commented was made to beg.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Arnold Horowitz

"Now, now, have to do a proper body cavity search now, don't we? Best way to catch any drugs buried up your holes is to fuck them. Nasty job, but someone has to do it," Arnold coldly rebuked her efforts to persuade him.

He then began lining his dick up with her pussy and slid it inside her, inch by inch going deeper, thrusting in and out, bareback, no protection against pregnancy whatsoever. There was no longer any real attempt to hide what this was.....it was rape, but he was doing it with the unofficial blessing of the State, knowing that few, if any, customs agents ever got punished for this sort of thing. It was his reward for catching contraband constantly, to get to abuse refugees, immigrants, etc. Since they weren't citizens, they had no real status or protections and he knew it.

"Maybe we'll get lucky and you'll be fertile, eh? Won't that be good luck, a little Arnold growing inside you," he taunted her deliberately with the prospect of pregnancy.